A hip-pop song. Should be lyrical and fast rap. Br

[Intro – soft piano arpeggio, distant subway rumble] Neon paints the rain-streaked street Heartbeat syncs to the concrete beat [Verse 1 – rapid fire rap, crisp snare, low bassline] Met her in the back of a Camden bar, smoke curling round her smile Her laugh cut through the static, made my chaotic world worthwhile We danced till the lights died out, her fingers tangled in my hair Thought this was forever, didn’t know love could leave such a bitter air [Pre-Chorus – building synth hum, quickening hi-hats] Tasted like cherry coke and stolen time Chased the high till the sun climbed Didn’t see the cracks till the walls caved in Now I’m left with the mess we’ve been [Chorus – layered vocals, pounding kick drum, piano swells] Love’s a neon bruise, bright then black Pleasure’s the high, pain’s the come-down back Every kiss a spark, every fight a scar We burned too fast, now we’re just ash in the jar [Verse 2 – faster rap, distorted bass, flickering synth stabs] She left a note on my kitchen counter, ink smudged from the rain Said “I loved you, but I can’t fix the parts of you that break” I wandered through Brixton markets, looking for her face Every stranger’s laugh sounds like a misplaced embrace [Pre-Chorus – intensified synth, snare rolls] Tasted like cheap wine and regret tonight Chased the ghost till my lungs lost fight Didn’t see the end till the lights went low Now I’m left with the ghost of what we know [Chorus – amplified beats, soaring backing vocals] Love’s a neon bruise, bright then black Pleasure’s the high, pain’s the come-down back Every touch a fire, every lie a scar We burned too fast, now we’re just ash in the jar [Bridge – stripped back piano, slow, deliberate rap flow] I still keep her old scarf in my coat pocket, frayed at the ends Still hear her voice in the late-night taxi friends Love’s not a fairy tale, it’s a knife in the dark Pleasure’s the sugar, pain’s the aftertaste mark [Solo – gritty electric guitar riff, building drum intensity] (Instrumental Solo) [Chorus – full production, maximum emotional intensity] Love’s a neon bruise, bright then black Pleasure’s the high, pain’s the come-down back Every memory a spark, every goodbye a scar We burned too fast, now we’re just ash in the jar [Outro – fading piano, distant bar chatter] Neon fades on the rain-streaked street Heartbeat slows to the concrete beat